I took your ashes to Atlantic Beach last night. I fished until it got dark and the people thinned out and then I went to the truck and got your ashes.
I took them under the pier for a little more privacy. I opened the box and pulled out the bag. I poured your ashes just inside the place where God had told the waves they could go no further and watched as the last lick of each wave took just a little bit of you out to sea until you were all gone.
I pondered that scene on the trip back home and it occurred to me that was just how it happened. I watched you slip away from me a little at a time until you were all gone. I tried so many times to gather you up before you slipped away, but to no avail.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The Lord gives, and the Lord takes away. Blessed be the Name of the Lord.
Rest in peace, my love.
Your Loving, Lonely Husband.